"Working with a renowned studio like Villerein, all you can ever do is add a touch of brilliance. But if you can cultivate an unknown yet exceptionally talented Detective Cat into the next Villerein Studio, or even the next Van Doorn, the next Jian Anuo, or the next Andy Warhol, then Director Schubert, you will forever be a part of this remarkable story."
Schubert remained silent, silent, always silent.
His face alternated between pale and flushed, his fists clenched tightly, lost in thought.
"Moreover, if you become the art director, the stock options you get alone would be several times your current income."
Osborne exhaled a smoke ring and said nonchalantly.
This seemed to be the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Schubert finally capitulated.
"Alright, Osborne, you have me on your side now."
The veins at the corner of the vice art director's eyes pulsed slightly, as if he had made some sort of decision.
